𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 ─ 𝐑. 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒

≻Part 3

Empty food containers littered the picnic blanket, surrounding your group as everyone lounged around lazily, soaking up the sun and looking out across the greens.

Ryan had his head in your lap (after asking for permission first, of course) as you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his dark hair. The conversations were comprised mostly of small talk and random topics, further cementing the lackadaisical feel in the atmosphere of the garden.

All along the lush, grassy expanse, children ran around playing tag or catch, shrieking and laughing in excitement as if they were having the time of their lives. Your group watched with soft smiles.

"Remember when that was us?" Jon asked, readjusting his sunglasses.

Spencer scoffed, rearranging his position on the blanket. "You mean last month?"

Sneaking her hand into your backpack, (Y/B/F) pulled out a frisbee and held it up for everyone to see. "Could be us right now," she shrugged.

As expected, Brendon was first to jump to his feet, eagerly reaching for the plastic disk.

"Yessssss," he laughed happily, handling the frisbee in his hands, "I haven't played with one of these in, like, forever."

Standing up as well, Spencer lowered his sunglasses and looked over them at you and Ryan, arching his brows as he spoke. "Shall we?"

After sharing a shrug with the musician in your lap, you nodded. "We shall."

Ryan raised himself up and scrambled onto his feet as fast as he could, so that he could hold out a hand to you and help you up.

Dispersing yourselves across the grassy expanse, each of you took up positions and formed a circle. Once everyone was ready, Brendon started off – tossing the frisbree toward Jon.

He caught it without hassle and kept the game going, swiftly swinging it in (Y/B/F)'s direction. The cycle continued, with the frisbree being tossed between each of you.

On the frisbree's fourth trip around the group, things got intense. By some unspoken word, everyone made a concious effort to catch the frisbree as quickly as possible, and toss it on to the next person with super-speed.

Unsurprisingly, it was a bad idea.

It was fine for a little while – fun, even – but then it wasn't.

As the plastic disc approached you, it was as if time had regressed to slow motion, and even though you could see the incoming danger as clear as day, you couldn't bring yourself to move out of its way.

The frisbree was only inches away from colliding with your face now, and you opened your mouth to let out a small gasp. Accepting your fate, you shut your eyes and winced, bracing for impact – which never came.

Confused as to why you weren't currently on the ground writhing in pain, you cautiously opened your eyes, only to see Ryan standing in front of you with the frisbree clutched tightly in his right hand.

"Thanks," you smiled weakly, shoulders slumping with relief.

"No worries."

"Uh, if you two are done being disgusting, can we continue with the game please?" Brendon's voice filtered through the air around you.

Irritated, Ryan spun around and hurtled the frisbree, sending it soaring through the air at top speed and tremendous height. Not wanting to lose the game by failing to catch the disc, Brendon immediately began sprinting towards it, head looking up and arms outstretched.

"I got it, I got it, I – AH!"

He did indeed get it... and accidently fell into the huge pond in the process.